STALLING

I'm taking down the number of the times
It took for me to stall
Time goes left and right and wrong
Baritone's pitch through the ice cores wall

Triumph is as hollow as days after the tragedy 
Stalagmites pierce through a roman numeral
To peel away bark to see the ring of a tree
Tick tock, tick tock, dock funeral

Times up.

This poem is about me going through writer's block and having absolutely no idea why. So, I write to get out of the rut. 
 
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Anna Tringale

NC

17 years old

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